Yay! Now I have a decent screen and a keyboard, so I can start creating a proper gallery of images, instead of just dumping hundreds of contextless images online.
London photos online
Well, today’s at any rate
Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyehwgah’nagl fhtagn
This is the spot where the body of Julius Caesar was cremated
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Temple_of_Caesar
Caesar’s corpse was carried to the Roman Forum on an ivory couch and set up on the Rostra in a gilded shrine modelled on the Temple of Venus Genetrix, the goddess from whom the family of the Iulii claimed to have originated. Mark Antony delivered his famous speech followed by a public reading of Caesar’s will, while a mechanical device, positioned above the bier itself, rotated a wax image of Caesar so that people were able to clearly see the 23 wounds in all parts of the body and on the face. The crowd, moved by the words of Mark Antony, Caesar’s will, and the sight of the wax image, attempted but failed to carry the corpse to the Capitol to rest among the gods. In the end the corpse was placed on a funeral pile created near the Regia by making use of any wooden objects available in the Forum, such as wooden benches, and a great cremation fire lasted all the night long.
At this point, Caesar became a god, the first Roman since Romulus to become a god. A temple was built over the location of the cremation, and an altar erected on the very spot.
This is what remains of the altar:
Over 2,000 years later, offerings are still being made at this altar.
pareidolia – or, faces, faces, faces *everywhere*
They had a thing for putting faces and heads all over the place, in the Renaissance.
Have landed in London. Miss the Italian weather already.
A still from the deleted final scene of Bad Santa
This image pretty much sums up the position of the church in mediaeval Europe.
You can really see where Luther was coming from.
I DIED FOR THIS VIEW
Well, I nearly died. This is Florence from the top of the Campanile, the stupidly high bell tower next to the Duomo. IT IS OVER 400 TINY STEPS OF EXTREME DOOM. I totally, totally flogged myself to get up to the top, collapsed gasping amongst a puddle of other beached fish, stood up all wobbly-legged, took some photos, admired the view….but, hang on, what’s that tiny door in one of the pillars? With, are those more stairs? MORE STAIRS? MORE STAIRS ARE YOU FOR REAL THIS WAS BAD ENOUGH!!!!Yeah, so there I was, on floor ONE OF FOUR, and the horror had only just begun.So, if you’re reading this, admire that photo. Show your friends, print it out and hang it on a wall, demand that your national government print it on stamps and banknotes, because I sweated blood to take it.
IL BASTARDO
Suckers. Your pain has only just begun.